-A/N- Here's Chapter 2!

Any French will be translated at the end of the chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters therin. I am merely a fan seeking to entertain myself and others.

-the story-

Kagome had always had a thing for fashion. When she was four she had her mother remake her brother's onesie; at six she was designing her own clothes and some of her mother's. She was a prodigy!

At the age of eight she had her own small clothing line, people from all over the district came by to see Kagome and to have her draw up the perfect garment for them. It was no surprise that she had this unique talent—afterall, her mother was a very prominent French model and her father was a wealthy Japanese import/export "businessman."

The week before Kagome's tenth birthday, her father's "job" got him transferred back to Japan, yet by that time he had lost all interest in his family and left them in France.

He was found dead on the day of her birthday.

"Honey, there is something that I need to tell you." Mrs. Euphraise-Elisabeth Capelle Higurashi was pacing in front of her now eight year old daughter in the salon of their lovely, little chateau on the beach at Toulon. "Your grandfather doesn't want you to know but I think you ought to."

"What?"

"Your father was found dead this morning…Oh, honey, I know that he loved you so very much, and—"

"Excuse me?"

"What?"

She repeated again slowly, "Excuse me? He loved me? He didn't love any of us….He went to Japan without us! Or had you forgotten?" Even though Kagome was ten she knew that her father didn't give one flying flip about his family. "I don't care if he's dead, in fact I'm glad! I'll be able to start a real, legitimate business with all of the money we'll be getting!"

Mrs. Higurashi was stunned, to say the least. How could she have raised such a selfish uncaring child?

"C'est ma petite fille!"

'Oh yeah, that's how. Father didn't like Masao all that much.' she thought to herself.

So! Kagome took all the money that was rightfully hers from her father's death and setup her dream business. BeauxJeunes, which started out as a small boutique in Toulon, but it then spread to Strasbourg, and then to Paris….

"….And now it has made its way into every major city and mall in the world. Or almost, there are a couple of places in Norway that refuse to sell my clothes." Kagome finished off telling her life story to Sango, Shippou, Miroku, and a less than interested Inuyasha, with a hearty chuckle.

"That is a really heartbreaking and interesting story….Sango, what time is it, just out of human curiosity?" Sango looked at her watch. It was about five-thirty.

"SHIT!"

"What is going on?" Kagome sat and watched as Miroku and Sango raced around trying to nab up all their belongings.

Shippou cleared his throat. "Miroku and Saa-chan own a little bar, about ten blocks away, that should have opened around…..forty-five minutes ago."

"GAAAAAH!" shrieked the panicking duo as they rushed out the door.

"A bar, huh? I'd like to check it out." Kagome turned away from the door and back towards the table.

Shippou started to get up. "Well, once I lock up I could—"

"I can take her."

"What? Are you sure?" Shippou really didn't like the bar much. Last time he was there, his ex boyfriend at the time stalked him and his date all evening and tried to get into Shippou's pants more than once. Because of that no one got in his pants that evening.

"Yeah, I have some business there, tonight. Meet me out at my car in a couple of minuets." Inuyasha then stood and walked out the door to the parking lot.

Kagome blinked. "Um, I guess he's not as much of an ass as I thought, huh? Mr. Shippou, could you please take these gentlemen to the hotel for me? They are a bit dottery, and I don't think they remember the Japanese phrases that I taught them on the plane."

Shippou just shook his head, "Sure. Did they happen to bring any grandsons along in their briefcases?"

Kagome laughed, "I'm afraid that was the one thing they forgot to pack!"

"Have fun at the bar. Be careful." Shippou watched as Kgome walked out to the parking lot. He felt like she was going to become a really close friend during the photo shoots this week. He didn't find her to be the "big, bad executive" that Miroku had been complaining about before she got there.

Outside in the parking lot…

"EEEYA! How many times do I have to tell you? I DO NOT LIKE YOU! And we are NOT dating!"

Kagome walked out the door to witness Inuyasha trying to push a way a rather persistent young woman who seemed to have latched her arms around his neck, like some kind of annoying love leech. "Aww, Inu-baby! C'mon, give us a kiss…"

"Inuyasha, if you're too busy, I'm sure Shippou could take me." At hearing the sound of another woman's voice the girl spun around and said in a very harsh and abrasive tone, "Baby's gonna take you where?"

Slightly taken aback, Kagome stumbled on her words. "Oh, he was just going to take me, that his he was offering to give me a ride to a bar a few blocks away."

"Why would my boyfriend take you to a bar?"

"Kikyou! WE AREN'T DATING!" stressed Inuyasha.

"What? It wasn't like he was going to take me on a date or anything."

"That's right he wouldn't! 'Cause why would he want to date you when he has me in the first place?" Kikyou was beginning to wear Kagome's nerves quite thin; partly because of her annoying voice, slightly because she wasn't all that bright, but mostly because she had her hands all over Inuyasha (not that Kagome was jealous or anything, it just made her sick).

"Maybe because I'm French. Ever think of that? Maybe Inu-Baby likes the foreign girls better!" When Kagome said this Kikyou let go of Inuyasha, long enough for him to dash over to Kagome's side, and slip an arm casually around her waist.

"Yeah, it's true; I just can't get enough of her!" Inuyasha pulled Kagome tight to his side.

Kikyou couldn't believe it, her Baby left her for that, that… "…Foreign bitch!" And she stalked off to find a new "toy."

"Kagome, I'm…uh…about that…..um. Thanks."

"It's cool. It's not like I meant it or anything."

"Right….So, are you ready to go?"

"You're sure you can handle taking me to the bar? You know that a bar is where drinks are served, and where, here, Japanese are employed?" Miroku had told Kagome about Inuyasha's nationality confusion from earlier in the day. It amused her greatly.

"Oh my god! I know that you guys are French! Jeez, can't a guy create some amusement for his humdrum life?"

"Humdrum? You are a model for Pete's sake!"

"So? Posing for pictures that will be put on catalogue covers all over the world can get rather boring and tiresome!" He grinned. Kagome amused him, and that fact alone made him even more amused. Inuyasha started the car, pulled out of the parking lot, and drove to the bar.

A few minutes later that night…at the bar…

Upon entering the bar, Inuyasha thanked Kagome again for saving him from Kikyou, and she watched as Inuyasha disappeared into the drunk, dancing crowd of people.

"Kagome!" Any thoughts she was thinking were interrupted by Miroku, asking her what she wanted to drink.

"Oh! I dunno, ummm…I think I'll have…a mimosa, please."

"Sure thing! Sango," he turned to Sango who was not five feet away, "I need a mimosa!"

"All the stuff for it is in the fridge in front of you!" She replied dryly.

"Oh…yeah…" Miroku just laughed. Kagome had just meet these two individuals and she was certain that they were completely in love…must been the hopeless French romantic in her.

"So, Miroku, how long have you and Sango known each other?"

"Oh, well…about…six or seven years now. We've owned this bar for about three."

"Wow! That's really neat! I think the only people of the opposite sex that I've known for that long and actually kept in touch with for that long are: my brother and my grandfather. I loose touch with everyone that I know casually. Business people, of course, I keep in good touch with cause I want their business. Ooh! I'm babbling, I'm sorry, you need to work…don't mind me. I'll sit right here and watch the people. I wonder where Inuyasha went though."

Miroku felt sorry for Kagome a little, 'Dude, she came here with Inuyasha, and him being the ass that he is just left her here at the bar! God, I need to teach him some manners!' Miroku spotted a guy that he knew through Shippou, and he decided he'd be good company for Kagome. "Hey! Hojo! Come here! Got someone I think you should meet!"

"What?" Said Kagome, completely alert. "Oh no, you don't have to Miroku. Really! I'll be fine!"

"No. no. I don't need a young woman raped in my bar. Not good for business. He's a friend of Shippou's anyway. Hojo, this is Ms. Kagome Higurashi. She's French and has a great personality!" Hojo offered his hand for Kagome to lay her's on it, she did, and he kissed the back of it. "I am pleased to meet you Ms. Higurashi. My name is Miura Hojo. If it isn't to forward, may I ask what you do for a living?"

Miroku smiled and said "I'll leave you two to chat." Laughing, he walked down the bar to a customer who had been yelling for him for a while.

"I, uhhm, you can just call me Kagome. Well, I run BeauxJeunes-"

"Ohmigosh! You do? Then you are the Kagome Higurashi. Oh wow! This is sooooo cool! I simply love BoJo!"

"Is that what it's called in Japan!" Kagome threw up a little in her mouth when she heard such a hard 'j' sound! Ah mon dieu!

"Totally!" Hojo was acting like a teenage girl. He kept talking about how he loved how the jeans fit, and how the shirts were tailored to people shaped just like him. ('…and the shoes, ohmigosh, the shoes…') Of course he was a friend of Shippou's; Kagome wondered what sort of friendship they had. Hojo then ordered himself an appletini, "What'll you have, Ms. Higu- I mean, Kagome."

"I'll have another mimosa with just a little bit more champagne, please."

End Ch. 2

French
"C'est ma petite fille!" = That's my little girl!

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